Brooklyn Boy

A woman and her perhaps husband are waiting outside a townhouse for a colleague named Kimmie who’ll be giving them the keys to her place for a bit. Standing there, they meet a man they maybe seem to have heard of … Dewey. I furtively look to see what a guy named Dewey looks like.

Could be 2 avenue blocks further west a guy rides past me to his apparently residential destination. Says hi to me as if he thinks he’s supposed to know me.

He does, I think. From a few minutes earlier.

I suspect it is Dewey.

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